He's tall and handsome with a

voice that makes my knees shake.

Holding Sprite and Beam in one hand,

A fishing pole in the other.

We will fish off the dock,

And talk about what we caught.

At dusk he'd build us a fire, where

We sit with our tensions rising,

Methodically caressing our hands together,

He finally leans over for a kiss,

Sweet and soft, but strong.